Page 223 of The First Time
"How old are you?"
"Twenty-six."
"And you're already sure you'll never fall in love?"
"Yes."
Okay… I guess I'm not going to argue with him. He knows what he wants. I know what I want. And that doesn't include falling for an emotionally unavailable rich guy.
He takes my glass and pours another round of drinks.
I sit on the plush couch and watch him roll his sleeves to his elbows. His forearms are so fucking sexy. How can forearms make me this hot?
I take a deep breath.
Blake moves back to the couch. He hands over my drink and sits next to me. "What are your terms?"
God, it's so hot next to him. My body is buzzing. It's begging me to strip out of this dress and slide into his lap.
But that's lust.
I can survive six months of lust.
Hell, I really, really want six months of lust.
"The mortgage to my apartment." I take a deep breath, attempting my bestI'm as badass and confident as any tech executivevoice. "I want it paid in full."
"Done." He says it like he's agreeing to coffee.
"You don't even know how much is left on it. What if it's three hundred thousand dollars? Or half a million?"
"Send me the bank information, and it's done."
"Like that?"
He nods. "What else?"
I struggle to form a coherent thought. The mortgage, done, like it's nothing.
That can't be possible. That payment has been a thorn in my side for the last three years and it will be gone. Done.
"My sister got into NYU. She's worked hard to keep her grades up. She deserves to go to whatever school she chooses without six figures of student loans."
"Elizabeth?"
"Lizzy. You…"
"She's your friend on Facebook. I didn't look you up, Kat. Not beyond the normal search."
I'm not sure we agree about what constitutes a normal search. But it's not like I can talk.
"Sterling Tech selects scholarship students every year. She placed in a math competition last year. Is she studying STEM?"
"You don't know?"
"Not yet."
I nod. "Computer science or programming. I forget the difference. She wants to study artificial intelligence."
